Po-Tee by Amye Archer

Today I taught you how to say ‘poetry’.
‘po-tee’ you spat back-
Your small lips pushed together
Tight and deep like a volcano
Vesuvius
spewing your two syllables.
the misfire brewing like magma
The glowing lava sliding
From your lips
‘po-tee’
I am covered in your ash
The dust of your disinterest.